…another opportunity for escape is thwarted and the chances of you ever leaving that locked room decreases in likelihood.
Or something like that.
Well, Friday the 13th is certainly living up to its moniker. This morning, I was expecting news on a certain project. I was enthusiastic about the possibility of good news, but I was prepared for the worst case scenario. Unfortunately, as it turned out, the news was even worse than the worst case scenario I’d envisioned. Clearly, a failure of imagination on my part and, I suppose, somewhat telling…and ironic given the circumstances.
I honestly had high hopes for Glassy.
Well, I’m bummed. Also, my shoulder is killing me. I remember a masseuse matter-of-factly informing me, thirteen years ago when I was visiting Hong Kong, that my left shoulder was screwed and that even though I wasn’t experiencing issues then, I certain would later in life. Later, it turns out, is now. A recurring twinge that runs from the back of my left shoulder to my left elbow has proven the 13 year old prophecy true! Next week, I’m off to see a physio-therapist. What’s next? Acupuncture? Reiki? Cupping (I believe that’s the one where the therapist spoons you for comfort.). At this point, I’m willing to try anything.
On the bright side there is no bright side so I don’t have to expend as much time and effort on completing this sentence. That’s as good as it gets.